I gave you my heart

and I wanted you to keep it

You gave my heart back

but it was in too many pieces.

It came back

a torn, open sore

It came back

still bleeding from before.

Some wounds never heal

Some pills are too hard to swallow

If you'd ask me again

I'd give you my heart back tomorrow.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I hate transitions. And I hate how people don't know what they want.

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Stephanie Philbeck's picture

i like this poem...i know exatly how you feel.....